• Язык:
    Украинский (Українська)



Він іде шляхом перлинним
по садах берегових,
люди в праці неодмінно,
люди у ділах земних.

«Здравствуй, пастир!
Рибач, здравствуй!
Кличу вас я назавжди,
щоб складати нову паству,
інші взяти неводи.

Краще риба або вівці
чоловічої душі?
Піднебесні ви торгівці,
не рахуйте бариші!

Не будинок в Галілеї
розрахунок за роботу
світлий рай, що над землею,
плата за святу турботу.

Сонце сходить без зупинку,
чути голоси святих,
тож відрадно буде Сину
з Батьком всіх людей земних.»

Не млоїть, не мучить вибір,
що чарівніший з чудес?!
Разом йдуть пастух і рибач
в слід за шукачем з небес.

Другие переводы:

  • Польский
    Тадеуш Рубникович
  • Украинский
    Юрий Кобильник

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